[Strophe]
A                   F#m 
I walk in on Friday nights 
                              D 
Same old bar, same burned out lights 
  
Same people and all the same faces 
   E 
So why in the hell does it feel like a different place?
[Strophe]
A                                  F#m 
Meet my friends for a girls' night out 
                               D 
Seems there ain't much to talk about 
  
Same drinks that we're all raising 
    E 
But all of the toasts just don't feel the same
[Refrain]
                  A 
We used to be the life of the party 
                  F#m 
We used to be the ones that they wished they were 
    D 
But now it's like they don't know how to act 
        E 
Maybe they're like me and they want us back 
                  A 
It's like there's always an empty space 
                    F#m 
Those memories that nobody can erase 
       D 
Of how bright we burned 
                            E 
Well now it hurts, but it's true 
                                           A 
When they think of me, they think of you
[Strophe]
A                      F#m 
They keep asking how I am 
                                       D 
But they're really asking where you've been 
  
I can read between all of the lines 
   E 
It ain't just us missing all of the times
[Refrain]
            A 
We were the life of the party 
                  F#m 
We used to be the ones that they wished they were 
    D 
But now it's like they don't know how to act 
       E 
Maybe they're like me and they want us back 
                  A 
It's like there's always an empty space 
                    F#m 
Those memories that nobody can erase 
       D 
Of how bright we burned 
                            E 
Well now it hurts, but it's true 
                                            F#m 
When they think of me, they think of you
[Pont]
F#m       E                      D 
Ain't it funny how a flame like that 
                                  F#m 
Oh whoa, when they think of you 
F#m     E                      D 
It can burn when it's in the past
[Refrain]
                  A 
We used to be the life of the party 
                  F#m 
We used to be the ones that they wished they were 
    D 
But now it's like they don't know how to act 
       E 
Maybe they're like me and they want us back 
                  A 
It's like there's always an empty space 
                    F#m 
Those memories that nobody can erase 
       D 
Of how bright we burned 
                            E 
Well now it hurts, but it's true 
                                          A 
When they think of me, they think of you
[Outro]
A                 F#m 
Oh, they think of you 
                   D 
When they think of me 
            E 
Baby, baby, oh 
                                        A 
When they think of me, they think of you